The Monthly Repository, Том 8Leigh Hunt C. Fox, 1834 |
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... beautiful and glorious . Would that he were living , to aid , as he would aid , the right ; and infuse his own dignity of soul into the strife of words ; and render the appeals and arguments , which are de- manded by our temporary ...
... beautiful and glorious . Would that he were living , to aid , as he would aid , the right ; and infuse his own dignity of soul into the strife of words ; and render the appeals and arguments , which are de- manded by our temporary ...
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... beautiful in itself , that I will quote it at length : - • Do you not perceive the evil which at present attends the exercise of our reasoning powers , how great it is ? It is just as if a certain suppo- sititious child were educated in ...
... beautiful in itself , that I will quote it at length : - • Do you not perceive the evil which at present attends the exercise of our reasoning powers , how great it is ? It is just as if a certain suppo- sititious child were educated in ...
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... beautiful skeleton , is clothed in fifteen thousand feet of graceful drapery , so perfectly fitted , and so admirably put on : then out it swells and curves in the wind it is beauty itself . Not a word is spoken till belay ! ' then the ...
... beautiful skeleton , is clothed in fifteen thousand feet of graceful drapery , so perfectly fitted , and so admirably put on : then out it swells and curves in the wind it is beauty itself . Not a word is spoken till belay ! ' then the ...
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... beautiful morning . ' Hang you and your beautiful morning ; it cannot be a thousandth part so glorious as the broad day of blissful dream which you have turned into darkness . But to be roused out to wash and scrub and scour decks , up ...
... beautiful morning . ' Hang you and your beautiful morning ; it cannot be a thousandth part so glorious as the broad day of blissful dream which you have turned into darkness . But to be roused out to wash and scrub and scour decks , up ...
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... I have told you my fancied one had been so beautiful . Matters mended , however , as we approached St. Helen's and Spithead ; for there , on anchoring , I saw enough to repay me , 26 Autobiography of Pel . Verjuice .
... I have told you my fancied one had been so beautiful . Matters mended , however , as we approached St. Helen's and Spithead ; for there , on anchoring , I saw enough to repay me , 26 Autobiography of Pel . Verjuice .
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Страница 345 - God took thee in his mercy, A lamb untasked, untried : He fought the fight for thee, He won the victory, And thou art sanctified ! " I look around and see The evil ways of men ; And, oh ! beloved child ! I'm more than reconciled To thy departure then.
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